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the people i need to call weigh heavy on my heart.
i moved to st louis. i’m here. it’s home. at least for two years. i’m terrified & giddy. i’m not unpacked, but i have a church i’ve been stalking for 3 months. i’m doing it differently. i’ll put my heart where it belongs, not on my sleeve, and no one needs to know how fragile i’ve found myself to be. and yet… i don’t wanna be mean. i’m tired. i quit smoking. woo. woo. woo. ah. goodnight.